![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() The wretched man! He need not imagine she was interested in him, for she was not-not one whit! He was looking directly at Deborah and his dark eyes held a distinct gleam of mockery. ‘He has a brownish look about his skin, as if he were often exposed to wind and weather.’ĭeborah glanced again in the direction of the gentleman who had so captured her cousin’s interest. ‘I think he is a sea captain,’ Sarah replied, giving the object of her admiration a roguish smile. He looks as if he might be…’ Words failed her. ‘How can you speak so? I vow I should not be comfortable married to such a man. ‘Oh, Sarah,’ she said, a hint of laughter in her voice. The gentleman at whom her cousin had been gazing was indeed handsome, but to her mind he looked proud and arrogant, his dark brown eyes holding a haughty stare as they swept over the assembled courtiers. Would you not agree?’ĭeborah Ann, daughter of Sir Edward Stirling, glanced across the crowded gallery of the palace at Whitehall and frowned. ‘Were he to offer for either of us, we should make haste to accept. She clutched at the other girl’s arm in her excitement. ‘Pray look over there! Now, is he not a fine figure of a man?’ Mistress Sarah Palmer whispered to her cousin and giggled. ![]()
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